Best Symbolises Poems

Its the morning after the night before
As i leave my new wife, whom i lovingly adore

My orders came through, overseas i head
With my band of...

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Flattered... my name meaning a Princess of ancient times, 
In the state of Malawa, where temple-bells rang chimes,
Bard, Kalidasa, composed in Sanskrit an epic great
About...

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Tiranga (Tricolour)

First unfurled, was the Indian tricolor; 
on Everest, the world's highest peak.
All the three colours are deliberated 
to give some message and speak.

Dark saffron,...

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Hey I'll travel into that computer the one that sees everything..' I will get to know even 
more about what's going on in this place..!...

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The train approaches in the distance
Through a tunnel we gave birth
The chimney smog marries the low clouds
Of increasing heavy traffic and haze of garbage fires
Red...

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Green is a mix of blue and yellow, 
And indeed it is both normal and bold;
It pertains to land, country, plant and tree, 
And holds...

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I Am The Artist Of My Life

Aloft the hills I sit
The world behind
The clear sky above
I, my master,
And my soulful thoughts
Reaching nothingness.
So what is this...

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Locked in place on a high cross
Swords spoke the foreword
A quick glance at eternal peace
Combat defined his wounds

Only the pen of history
Penetrates his heavy armour
Behind...

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In wilderness it lives
a creature
it's not a he, neither a she but "it "

with eyes as black and wild as storm
it's coming is as if...

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That we love is unquestioned, not a point of controversy,
Our marital or partnership ring is personal and never mandatorily issued; 
Youth lets us find it...

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South>...

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O' crescent moon I truly adore you so
Even the full moon upon the shore you know
Art' thee poetically made of cream white ivory
or maybe marble...

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Emily Bronte makes her mark
speaking of the sweet bluebell
in its power shows its blossom
one can't help but go and tell

Springtime in the UK brings them...

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Once it was bright and warm
but now wet and dull,
the summer has transformed
into autumn, a season fraught
with chilly winds and changing
colours; first glorious greens but...

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Far away on the lonely hilltop
deep in the midst of the moor
a place often shrouded by mist
only  deep silence there prevailed

The monolithic stones stand...

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